"Get out of my way fag." Was the only thing Benedict Academy's star quarterback knew to say to me it seemed. I could not recall ever pissing him off in any way, what did I do to deserve this treatment from him. However, he made sure to take every opportunity to bully me. At school, I was openly gay; something I could not do at home, although from the way I walked and talked you would think my oblivious parents would catch on. The absolute worst thing about attending Benedict Academy was my major crush on the Quarterback. Despite his constant bullying, I found him very sexy and often fantasized about him dominating me in a sexual manner. I am much smaller than he is, with a small petite and rather feminine like body, in fact I looked much cuter than any girl in the entire school. My father who played football at Benedict when he attended said that nothing would make him more proud than me joining the football team. As small as I am the only thing I would be able to do well is kicking. This would present the perfect opportunity to irritate my crush. After school on Friday evening, I walked out to the football stadium to speak with the coach. There I saw a sight that caused my heart to race and my cheeks go red. Every single football player on the field was shirtless and doing pushups sweat running down their fine toned Greek god like bodies. After staring for several minutes, I managed to get control of myself and approached the coach. "Hi Coach Hayworth." I said smiling sweetly; I must have been a sight to him, dressed in extremely tight black jeans, furry black boots, a hoody that had furry cat ears on the hood, which now covered my black emo styled hair. He turned his attention toward me and raised his eyebrows. "Um, I would like to try out for kicking... on my dad's behalf" I said shyly. The coach looked at me closely. "Alright then, I recognize you, your Paul's boy. Your Daddy was the best kicker this school has ever had, maybe it runs in your blood." He said and laughed as he realized how small I was. "Alright boys, Trenton here is going to try out to be our kicker, get in field goal positions." He said loudly through a megaphone, the players reluctantly formed up. They scowled at me as I approached them, pulling my cat ear hood from my head. I gave a soft smirk at my crush then playfully blew a kiss toward him. The whistle sounded, I sprinted toward the ball and kicked hard, the ball went directly between the uprights, we did this several times and each time received the same result. The expression on the coach's face and the faces of the players was priceless. We tried kickoffs next, each time I managed to kick it into the opposing end zone. Then we tried punting situations and again each time the ball ended up in the other end zone. After my try out was over the coach approached me with a stunned expression on his face. "Damn son, your better than your daddy ever dreamed of being. I'd be a damned fool if I didn't let you on this team, be at practice Monday evening." He said and walked away shaking his head in disbelief. I walked over to the bleachers and was pushed down by players walking by, "Great now we've got a faggot on our team." They all laughed. Once they were gone I stood up and huffed angrily as I pulled on my cat eared hood and looped my messenger bag over my shoulder. Suddenly I noticed my crush approaching me; he looked as though there was something on his mind. I bent down to tie my shoes, forgetting all about wearing tight jeans which had to make my butt look cute from behind..